Friday, 31 July 2015

Being an extrovert.

An extrovert, in my view, is a person who has taken freedom of speech jargon a little too seriously. In short, extroverts can talk! I am also an extrovert, ready to talk any given minute of day (or night) and also do not hesitate to talk to strangers. An extrovert can be multifaceted too as in along with being talkative, s/he may cover other qualities such as writing, painting, sports, or any talent which let the person open up more. And not to forget, speaking or giving talks. This might be the most favorite thing to any extrovert's endearment. So being an extrovert can be really interesting because:

Limitless talking.

Sometimes I wonder how much I can talk! It is not a question but rather an acknowledgement of the vast competency I possess for talking. Talking seems to let extroverts out with things they want to say and not only in one or two sentences, I dare add. When being around with an extrovert, be ready to listen a twenty lines reply in exchange of a one liner question of yours.

I wonder why there is an option for Mute.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

यादों में लिपटा एक चेहरा.

ज़िन्दगी ने कुछ यूँ मजबूर ना किया होता 
तो हमारे रिश्ते का भी आज एक नाम होता। 
उन हसीं पलों के झरोखों में 
शायद हमारा भी एक आशियाँ होता। 
पानी सी बेपरवाह फिसलती उन बातों में 
शायद हमारा भी एक ठहराव होता। 
फासले आज कुछ इस क़दर हैं 
ना रास्तों का होश ना मंज़िल की खबर है 
जो मालूम होता कि रह जायेंगे यूँ तन्हा 
इस मुकाम तक आते आते 
तो ख़ुशी यूँ ही तुम्हारे नाम कर देते 
आने की तुम्हे ज़हमत ना उठाने देते। 
पैरों में छाले शायद पड़ गए होंगे 
दर्द उनका चेहरे पे भर गया होगा 
जो बस होता हमारा मुक़द्दर पे ए-मेरे-दोस्त 
यकीनन तुम्हे एक कदम ना उठाने दिया होता। 
चलो कोई बात नहीं 
दुनिया के दस्तूर पे मेरा बस तो नहीं 
मगर हाँ ! इतना ज़रूर कर सकते हैं कि,
जहाँ हैं वहीँ से तुम्हारी मुस्कराहट की 
दुआ करते हैं। 


Wednesday, 29 July 2015

The epic hour.

I cannot express enough gratitude to my little sister who led me to watch Stories by Rabindranath Tagore on the channel Epic. Every Tuesday and Wednesday, 5 PM to 6 PM is reserved (it's a repeat telecast hour). I make my tea and enjoy the epic hour with epic tales by Tagore along with some biscuits. These tales are directed by renowned Bollywood director, Anurag Basu and he has given an enchanting touch to Tagore's pen. The music, ambiance, characters, sartorial choices, dialogues, expressions, beauty...everything is so beautiful yet so normal that anyone can easily get lost in them. The introductory music is the best, in my view.

An interesting moment happened with us this evening and I shared it on my pages as below:

What goes around comes around.

A suiting example happened when my sister and I conversed over phone today. As we both love watching Stories by Rabindranath Tagore on channel Epic, she remarked something like this...

"He (Tagore) wrote all these stories almost a century ago yet they look so normal and in a perfect sync to our lives. How come this can be possible?"

I said, Well! Good stories bind you not because they are extra-ordinary but because they are so ordinary that you can almost look yourselves into them; that you can always find some of your lives' bits into them.

And she agreed. Isn't it true? By the way, watch Tagore's stories @ Epic and enjoy some of the greatest stories written by an epic author. For details, internet is always at your service. 

Monday, 27 July 2015

Don't tell me a poem.

Don't tell me a poem that rhymes with every word
don't tell me a tale that ends on a winner's note
Instead, tell me something that I can see myself into
Something that can catch my eyes off drowning waves;
Also, tell me it is okay to have a disease
it is okay to not to be at ease
it is also okay to stress eat
while everything sinks down very deep;
Gone to doctor, gave the tests
now fearing what comes next?
with gritted teeth and worn out nails
I fear what I am goin' to hear;
Just tell me everything is okay
just show me life is still a bouquet
of roses, lilies and chrysanthemums
With an ally of thorns
which only accompany and do not hurt anyone;
I just need a bed of hope with two pillows 
that hugs me and help me to grow
one pillow of a shimmering insight
and other of a playful journey;
Give me these or turn me invisible
so that I can go and find a time zone
with everyone there yet nobody cares
and I breathe with a delightful glare.

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Go back in time.

I am sitting in my room since half an hour and have been fighting the killing urge of writing since then. but to write something, one needs a topic or a point of view. Fortunately, I got one. It is to travel back in time and relive some beautiful moments through my beloved Blog.

With more than three hundred Published posts and eight in Drafts, I get considerably a large boundary past which I can go and enjoy the old times. Going through old posts, comments, memories behind those and the onset of several unwritten anecdotes made my time valuable. I smiled as I went through each comment. I got to relive the happiness while replying to every single one of them. In the process, I observed how I had forgotten some of my old posts and their contents. It was very surprising! But not a wonder too. Because time fades away some memories of writing pieces. I was also surprised that I have written posts on a single topic, twice. For example, I have written two posts with a topic on how giving away compliments can make your day but of course, with different perspectives. One is really an old blog post while the other is recently written but there are remarkable difference in contents. This showed how our perspective and experience get fed over time. Wisdom too may be.

I also get to analyze the subtle nuances in my writing. Earlier my posts used to be very long but now, they are rather short. Maturity now seeps more profoundly in my words and that's despite of not having wisdom tooth yet! How wonderful is that! :) Some posts are funny like this one

Did I do anything wrong?

This one is rather unusual but I still find it a lovely piece.

A state of nothing.

Following is a poem which still holds true waters.

The journey of a woman

And there are many more blog posts from my shelf that are interesting and thought provoking. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't into writing then what else would I be doing? Because writing is so amazing and elusive too. My blog helped me today to rejuvenate some old memories and wipe clean them so that I could enjoy my old self in their shine. Try it, if you own a blog or a journal or something similar to that. They say - One can only move on when he leaves the past behind. But sometimes, in my way, one can move on only when he learns to befriend the past.

Wait! Isn't this a remarkable piece of wisdom. Oh my! I seriously am on the way of becoming one of the most memorable future writers of the world. Wish me luck! :)


Friday, 24 July 2015

An unexpected compliment.

Almost two weeks ago, one of my neighbors came to invite me for her daughter's birthday party. Along with the invitation, she also passed on a compliment which was a complete surprise. A total out-of-the-blue thing. She said,

"And regarding your WhatsApp statuses, I truly love them! Everyday you write something so wonderful that I actually look forward to it. I everyday go to your window and read it and literally enjoy it"

What a great surprise it was for me. I never knew someone looks forward to what I write as my WhatsApp status but it was a treat to my ears and heart. I loved her words and thanked for making my day. It was a big compliment for me.

Today I changed my status again. In fact, it is the extended version of what I put yesterday. This is what I wrote yesterday as my WhatsApp status -

"If you can manage a day without writing, you can manage a life without it too!"

This is one of my thoughts and dedicated to my love for writing. Now this is my current WhatsApp status to tickle a smile -

'If you can manage a day without writing, you can manage a life without it too!'

'So what did you write today?'

'My WhatsApp status!' And I was in an instant receipt of her admiration.

Enjoy! Words are all I got to share. In the meanwhile, do not forget to pass on a compliment to someone to make their day better.


Wednesday, 22 July 2015

The buzz of life.

Sunday. 19/07/2015. 8.45 AM. Received a call from my neighbor asking when I am supposed to go buy vegetables for the upcoming week. I was sleeping like a coma induced person. Opening one eye and simultaneously looking at the clock trying to figure out the meaning of blurred vision, I said, in one hour probably! She ordered me to take her along too and that's how my Sunday morning started...in a sudden rush. 9.40 AM - Got out together for grocery shopping, had breakfast outside ending with a delicious and rather a bitter taste of filter coffee. The weather Bangalore is sprouting these days is just seductive and can only be satiated by the rich bitter aroma of filter coffee. Or, that's where my taste lies!

The reason I am writing this post is, that yesterday I came to know that Bangaloreans are opting for late dinners aka early breakfasts. And in a king size! On a broader scale, this means, city people are waking up really early only meaning to hit breakfast joints to enjoy a king size meal. No wonder I was also a part of this madness last Sunday. There are services getting provided to take this frenzy up to an entirely new level and everyone is just lovin' it. A noteworthy service among them is Bum on the saddle. They provide people a bicycle run of several kilometers with few pauses in between for breakfasts before hitting the paddle again. It looked a bit bizarre to me but since when human beings have developed a taste in sanity?! So this particular service is getting popular and more people are getting fit by hitting the paddle along with rounds of steaming breakfasts.

Sometimes we also do it. In weekends when there is nothing in the house for breakfast, we go out for a lonnggg drive just to honor the morning ritual of breakfast. Sitting inside the car, I try to figure out shapes of clouds in the sky. Look at the people with verity of faces with even more variations of expressions. Stare at road sides to spot something to shop. Eye mischievously at love struck couple/s and try to feel the warmth snoozing between held hands. Trees, vehicles, bridges, fly overs, traffic signals, honking, relaxing, cool breeze, breathing, smiling, potholes, smooth roads...almost everything starts to shape itself in a different shadow in my head. A tiny anecdote - During one of these morning rides, I was looking at the sky only to realize that it literally resembled a river with ripples but only upside down. See! That's how a writer's imagination grows munificently. I love giving a different face to things despite of their appearances.

I can feel you are also tempted to come and join my city. Well! You are welcome but only if you have some energy to contribute to such morning dramas and rendezvous.


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

The space in between.

It can't get better
the love we share
the quotient we created
and smiles we blare;
How time has passed
and has come to standstill
when nothing can be said
and everything beckons will;
A will that never had me
An urge that has challenged me
was it you or just me?
that tortured ripples underneath me;
I no understand the face 
nor the warmth in between
but always felt your presence
whenever I needed something serene;
Gone are the days when we used to play
tickle, touch and gaze
beautiful they were though
and deadly charming I amaze!
I miss those moments
but I miss You more!
do you feel the same way?
have no say if it is a 'No';
Yet I wish you a bountiful of happiness
with luck, success and ticked wishes
smile and smile a little more
'cause you dazzle which I deeply adore. 


I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream

- From the movie, Mamma Mia!

Why a man cannot respect his woman partner?

The point of topic seems one of the senile lectures out of grand ma's book of ethics concerning relationships but it is still a debatable issue to talk about. Between husband and wife, love is important. There should be a need of basic understanding fulfilled as well. A quotient of fun and other light things should also be created. But what about respect? Respect must co-exist as well and that too both ways. Isn't it?

Recently I was talking to a lady and during the conversation, she confided such a thing that is usually kept hidden in the cob webs of almost every house hold; which is hardly acknowledged and never talked about. She said that if given a choice, she would have left her husband ages ago! I was startled to hear that. They both have been living together for a little more than three decades. They even have grand children but what an awful thing for a wife to say like that! For the record, I am not blaming or accusing the woman here. It is also not like she is a bad or an ill-thinking woman. She is a woman who can be adored for her repertoire of adaptability, perseverance,  kindness, joviality and what not. Her qualities are endless and she is admired by everyone around her. It is her ability that has crossed the borders of others' snides and rudeness with the warmth she carries in her heart. After all these years, she has achieved everyone's love yet...she said such a line that shook me deep within.

Thursday, 16 July 2015

11 simple ways to deal with Stress-eating.

Food is considered as one of the major celebrations in our lives while its primary work is to keep our stomach full and provide the energy to the body required for day to day struggles. But when you turn to bite as a form of getting some comfort, the action nails some attention. I am talking about Stress-eating alias Emotional-eating. If you feel angry, stressed, anxiety, guilty or even happy (Yes. Happy. Happiness is also a stress for our body to which we tend to comply very easily) and crave to reach out to the office drawer or kitchen cupboard for some food comfort, you may be a hapless victim of stress-eating. Emotional bombardment is natural but when cravings go out of hands, you need to keep a check on that notorious stress-eating habit.

Find the trigger - For sensitive people, stress-eating can wreck havoc frequently. So before you indulge into stress-eating every time, try to find out the trigger. Also find out what makes the situation worse. Figuring out the things that agitates your mind abruptly will certainly help you a great deal.

Distract yourself away - Scientists say that if you can manage to distract yourself at the time of cravings, the needling temptation goes away by 99.9%. The same trick can dance wonders for the issues such as stress-eating. If you find yourself stressed by any sorts, just stick yourself out for some distraction. For example - talk to somebody, read a book or draw something. In short, do things that can completely absorb your attention.

And avoid stress-eating!

Sunday, 12 July 2015

Bangalore via a writer's eye.

Yesterday (Saturday) I did Bangalore Darshan just on my own. No family (which has the husband and a kid) and no friends. Just me and myself. Being a writer, I have to work mostly indoors. So to satiate my writer cravings of exploration, I set myself free for one day.

I got up at 4.50 AM sharp and was ready by six with my fully packed backpack. Reached at the pick up point at 6.45. Many travelers and tourists were there. It was good to see the crowd. My reservation was in a KSTDC's Deluxe bus in which you can open windows (i.e. no A.C. bus). It was fun to sit next to the window and watch the city transform from a sleepy to a fully awakened wanton child. This is how I was ready to leave :)

Not with the bat of course :)

There was still 20 minutes to kill inside the bus. So thought to have a selfie. I liked it so sharing it.

Thursday, 9 July 2015

The ghost and the message.

As I dipped my biscuit into tea, my maid and I got to start talking. She told me something strange that looked equally enticing as my cup of aromatic cardamom-clove infused tea. She told me that back at her native, a morbid situation has been occurring since last one and half months. Someone knocks at the doors at night and calls upon a family member's name. And if that particular member replied in any means, he or she would immediately face bloody vomit and die. So far, around 25-30 people have died because of this strange calling, including nearby villages too. Now the villagers suspect the culprit is a ghost and now no one dares to open the door at night.

I raised my eye brow. I was stopped short with tea dipped biscuit in my hand. I probed further. She explained while cleaning the vessels. Now the villagers have resorted for a solution. Now each family writes Kal aana (which means 'Come tomorrow') on the main door. The ghost reads it every night and never knocks at the door considering the message. I was baffled. So far, the ghost or whatever it is seems to be educated. Plus, he or she looks like an obedient person who follows the message. I wondered if the message is powerful enough to send him away, the villagers could also write - Kabhi nahin aana (which means "never come back'). And bang! Problem solved.

Friday, 3 July 2015

Random musings!

Here are some poetry pieces created by me for one of my father's presidential ceremonies. I liked them so thought to add to my blog.

1. वक़्त यूँ कभी ठहरता नहीं , साथ यूँ कभी फिसलते नहीं। 
इस रूप में ना सही तो किसी और रूप में सही , 
हम वो समंदर हैं जो कभी यादों में गुम होते नहीं। 



2. जाने का वक़्त लीजिये कुछ जल्द ही आ गया ,
आपका साथ कुछ ऐसा जो भा गया। 
उम्मीद है बातों का सफर हसीन रहा होगा,
कुछ और नहीं तो नौशीन रहा होगा;
सिलसिला दोस्ती का जो अब है चला,
ताउम्र बना रहे, यही है दुआ;
लेता हूँ आज आप सबसे विदा ,
मुलाक़ात होगी ज़रूर,  
अभी कहो ना अलविदा।  

3. चलते चलते कहीं दूर निकल जाएं,
ना वक़्त का पता हो न दूरी का होश;
जहाँ आसमां हो साथी और क्षितिज हो मंज़िल,
और जहाँ बरसती हो प्रेम की मीठी ओस। 

4. साल भर की मोहलत को चुटकियों में बिता दिए , 
कहा एक काम और नब्बे करके दिखा दिए ;
कहा जब 'अब बस भी करो' तो जवाब आया - 
'कैसे कर दूँ ? ज़िन्दगी के मायने जो अब समझ आ गए'।

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

The matter of parenting when kids lie!

Previous to the last night, I slept at 2.30 AM.  Was working on my father's speech concerned to one of his presidential ceremonies. Woke up as usual at 6.15 and got busy with work. Hubby was on leave and thus, we spent the day together.

In the afternoon, I was dipped into a blissful sleep when he along with our son came to wake me up. Cursing them involuntarily, I rubbed my eyes and turned to them. I found my son crying. I was jolted. Immediately I sat up straight. Sleep was altogether lost and I was fully into my senses. I asked the hubby but he diverted me to our son. In the middle of sobs, he admitted something that injected me with three emotions right then and there - Shock, hurt and anger.

In short, he had committed to a mistake which I could never imagine him doing. I looked at him in surprise and asked him why he lied to me when he was asked asked about the matter previosuly. As expected, he apologized. Seeing his teary eyed face churned my heart but I had to be strong. Hubby is calmer than I am and that is why, one of the parents has to be rough on kids on serious matters.

I asked him the reason behind his mistake and he said he was clueless about finding the solution by himself. Fortunately, I was sane through the vortex of the jabbing anger. I put forward solutions that he could do to avoid such situations and he readily accepted them. I was not hurt because he committed a mistake. Mistakes are natural part of our lives. They happen but what hurt me the most was...that he lied! And to me! My own innocent son chose to lie to me for over months.